Thank you Whaaa/Wheee for reveiwing!
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Sabo never felt so miserable before in his life.
Sitting there tied to the mast with seastone cuffs around his ankles and wrists, he felt like the whole world abandoned him and his brothers. But, it's not like the world ever cared for them anyway. Why couldn't they have just been born into a normal life where their innocence wasn't completely destroyed before they reached the age of five, or at least, not be born at all.
Even death was better than what they were going through and about to go through.
He often found himself wishing that he died the day he tried to sail away, but then he would remember Ace and Luffy, he couldn't do that to them. If he had died that day then they would be enduring this alone, and he knew all too well that they would break much sooner than they would with him. He loved them too much to do something so cruel to them.
If he wasn't there they would have so much more to deal with than being sold. They would have lost a friend, a brother. That was an immense amount of pain, one he didn't understand, not yet. They would be alone, even if they were together, they would be empty, probably get in more fights than they already did.
They wouldn't survive well. They were both very unsociable, also disrespectful, and complete muscle heads that were always looking for a good fight.
He missed the days when he could enjoy the fluttering breeze that ruffled at his clothes and flew softly past his face. It hurt his heart to think that he, nor his brothers would ever feel it the same ever again.
Escaping from slavery was probably the thing he thought was most impossible in the world.
He never thought anything like this would happen before. He thought that the world couldn't be more heartless than it already was. He was wrong, so, so, so wrong. The world -life- didn't give a shit about them, they were just some ambitious children it had to snuff out.
Everything in the world they lived in was twisted and messed up. The rich and powerful ruled over the weak and poor, the government that was supposed to protect the innocent kissed up to the asses of world Nobel's, children had to live their lives fending for themselves, and people would judge that child just by their heritage. The son of a noble was meant to be respected unless they were corrupted, while the son of a pirate would be considered a sin by society.
He didn't know about Luffy's parents, he never talked about them. He wondered if he even knew them, if they died before he could remember them. Maybe he was another unlucky son of a wanted man.
No, the chances of that were too low.
He was just so frustrated. So goddamn frustrated. Everything crashed down on him, and he was too goddamned weak to do anything about it.
He looked at Ace, who was next to him, tied to the same mast as him. Luffy was behind him on the other side of it.
He lowered his head.
He wanted to cry, but he wouldn't show any weakness.
He refused to cry.
It wouldn't do him any good anyway.
He felt so powerless. Both physically and mentally. The seastone cuffs drained him of all his energy and the constant injuries they received were the cause of most of it. But, not being able to do anything as they were brought to their doom felt like a thousand bulders piled on his shoulers.
It felt like another five hours before anyone came back on the deck. It was the leader of the slave trader's ship, Silvester.
He despised that man. Not as much as Bluejam though. He would never hate someone as much as he did that fucking pirate.
He glared at Silvester but said nothing. Anything he said would be used as another reason to beat them. He, Ace, and Luffy learned that the hard way during the few weeks that they were on the ship.
His silence paid off when Silvester only shot him a glare back and went back to his own musings.
Someday, he hoped that he would be able to run free again.
That he would be able to play around a forest.
To eat more than a small loaf of bread.
To sleep without having nightmares.
To stop feeling so many stupid emotions.
But life just wouldn't let them go, would it? It was a sadistic bastard.
Just one look at the three brothers would be enough to tell that they had lost all hope. Their eyes were lifeless, the way they lowered their heads in resignation. It was clear they saw no hope in a happy ending for them. They were stuck in a fucked up world without any sane person.
With every minute that passed, they drew closer to the place of broken dreams. They didn't want to go there, but they couldn't do anything about it. They could only just wait until they arrived.
They couldn't help themselves.
No one was coming to save them.
They were alone.
They were stuck.
Forever.
So, I think this is going to be the only chapter with them with the slave traders. I really want to hurry up and get to the WBP, so yeah. Also, I want to ask whether I should do a time skip to the WBP or not.
Whaaa/Wheee: Yup, ace is going to stop hating himself the best he can, but he can never just get rid if a way of thinking. I'm going to try and make it as sweet as possible.
THANK YOU SO MUCH! I didn't know I did such a good job on Bluejam. Thank you!
